Oideasgael 2- a new beginning...no wait that's something else

Previously on Odieas Gael blog- Gerdy went down Donegal  and…–ach there’s no time for that –just re-read the last one-I’ll get on with it.

Anyway the first night was just a general introduction in which we were told what to expect:- the lessons, the levels, the workshops and the entertainment. After this we headed off to the pub-Roartys it was called and a great wee pub it was too. And a nice wee seisiún  in progress too. The other guys in the b&b were regulars and were fluent in the lingo-they only come down for the craic. They were from Belfast and one from England direction. The guy from Belfast had eight languages when I said “wow” he pointed to the English guy and said “that’s nothing, he has 18.” I found out that he makes his living via a web site dedicated to languages (1)

So –where are we? Sunday?  Right! The first day. To be honest on Saturday as I had a fair bit of time to kill I regretted not bringing the gerdymobile with me-but kept telling myself that would have been very antisocial and all. Sunday was the first lesson proper. Fairly big group of various nationalities/ages. Just at the start we were told about the workshops and that we could change if we wanted to. The workshops included:-hill walking,bodhran playing,tin whistle(I actually bought one, just in case-imagine it, me doing Lithium on the tin whistle), drama,set-dancing,sean os singing, sean og dancing and so on. Carolyn oddly enough had never heard of the sean og dancing (2) and I told her to go to it as I know she would love it-and that I might come along to watch as it is very watchable –especially when a gurl is doing it.

I decided to do the hill walking. The start to the walk was pretty wet-in fact was our first days rain in 17 days some people looked pretty grim so I told the old story of Noah in the Ark and when he passed Ireland (3).

        The nightly entertainment put on for us was superb-it just got better and better-I thought I had died and gone to music heaven-but I think I already said that.

On the Wednesday my gear from the hikes was still a bit damp and fancied a change-someone suggested the set dancing (think it was Carolyn actually). I decided to go along just to watch and get a few photos. Eventually my mind started ticking over “ Carolyn –arms round waists,some other feisty looking gurls-arms round waists, Carolyn….” So I was up dancing-and great craic it was too-worked up a fair aul sweat, Carolyn –arms…” Despite getting it all wrong and losing my partner a couple of times, I said that I’d be back the next day-with a sat nav.  Leaving the place when it was all over on 1^st day we saw this thing crossing the road-we had no idea what it was –but as we were looking at it cars were stopping to see what was going on-and they would not drive off until it was out of danger.

 That night going into the pub Carlolyn stopped me and said she had something to say to me and wanted to say it away from the noise. She congratulated me for getting outside my comfort zone and getting up to dance and said it was a major thing for me. I said that it wasn’t and that getting up and making a fool of myself comes second nature to me.Then SHE  told me to stop running myself down and that I was good at the dancing (actually, another person told me this too-what’s going on here? I was thinking). Then I was thinking-I’ll show you what coming out of my comfort zone is later.

All in all it was a great week-I managed to tell a joke half in Irish,and my teacher made me tell it to another teacher.The next day I asked what irish for another word was and the teacher asked me if there was another joke on the way. I learned my “chat up line” in Irish too (4). On the last night we had Moya Brennan from the group Clannad and she did a wonderful version of the song “She Moved Through the Fair.”

On the last day after everybody had gone (Carolyn was staying an extra week). Carolyn and I went for a walk up the beach-barefoot-and had a great long chat. Both silly and pretty serious.( 5) . Any way that’s that. We’ll try to meet up next year DV and all that. I want to do the Odieas Gael thing again-most definitely. There might be a cycling holiday in August. Carolyn’s holiday time is July-so I might be able to slip in an extra cycling holiday. I have a very apt cd made for her-when she emails her postal address.

All in all it was a great holiday-but I wonder if would have been as good without her.

To be continued…..i hope

1)      It’s called http://www.omniglot.com he also has a very busy facebook page that is very interesting-with the chat in it.

2)      Sean og dancing-pretty modern irish dancing-like this   http://youtu.be/D0gF97WASl4 and this is the brush dance pretty scary stuff

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3)      During the flood Noah (in the ark) was passing Ireland. The was simply chucking it down, and the waters were getting higher. He saw a man sitting on the summit of a mountain. Noah leaned over the side of the ark and said “Get on board,we’ll save you.” and the Irish man said “Ach! It’s all right, it’ll pass.” Which just about sums up the Irish attitude to rain.

4)      The chat up line is a not particularly complimentary one. I must make it clear that I have never used it. It’s just a joke with me. Carolyn found an idea for a sketch in a sit com staring Gabriel and I using this very funny-and I wish I got  photo of her laughing here-it was a joy to watch.To be honest Carolyn is the only person who has found this funny.

5)

Odieas Gael part 1

Well holiday (number one of at least two I hope ) is over and what a holiday!  As I type I am still on a high from it. It was really that good and inspiring-I came out of my comfort zone big time on one occasion too.

I suppose I better start at the very start. I could do a Tarrentino and start in the middle then go to the end then back to the start –like in “Pulp Fiction.” There’ll be extras on the Facebook page-when you see a number in brackets- like (1) there’ll be an extra bit about it in Facebook –like the way you see in some books in an index at the end of the book –or the extra bit William Golding sent out if you requested it, in his book “The Princess Bride,” which I have pointed out before is darker from the film/movie.

                  Last year the Kitty Club (1) from a 2011 Irish Cycling Safari holiday had a reonion –after a couple or 3 “something is telling me I am meant to be doing this” incidents (ask and I’ll explain), I signed up for this holiday. On this holiday I met Carolyn, from Colorado. Carolyn(2) was great craic, I noticed very quickly we had a very good “working relationship” and she responded greatly to my one-liners and we got on like the proverbial house on fire. Carolyn is very talented and is very much into singing and dancing and does so whenever the urge hits her, a real free spirit(3). It was a great holiday and the growing kitty club decided to meet up this again. So we all booked into the one week (Carolyn who is not really a member of the kitty club booked this cycling holiday too). I fancied doing something different so via a newspaper article I came across something called Odieas Gael. Did the Irish Language and hill walking, amongst other things.So I signed up. Turned out that the week I wanted I was not able to do both-BUT they told me I could do both the following week AND it did the whole culture thing too-the music,dancing,story telling, the sean og singing and all that. Oh yes I thought that sounds good. I’ll do that. Carolyn told me (we kept in touch from last year) she was doing some Irish Culture holiday-but not much else –yes, turned out it was the same one. So with a gap of a week I was going to have two holidays with Carolyn. BUT something happened and I decided that I needed to cancel one of the holidays. In the long run the cycling holiday would cost more, and I have done it so many times before-it kind of made sense to go for the other one (and Carolyn would still be on that one too).

So I stick with the culture one-told Carolyn the story and that I’d keep an eye out for her when I go there. I arrived with some reservations wondering what I had let myself in for. Turned out that in total there was 120 people of varying levels of Irish on the course-including one Mary McAleese.

I met with Carolyn, she smiled, said hello and hugged me. Hmmm I thought, this hug is a bit tight and it’s lasting a bit long for a “hello” type hug. I’m not complaining and  I’m not letting go first here I said to myself.

To be continued….

You're so cool, You're so cool

Well folks as I type Lent is almost over. Just 3 or 4 days-depending on how you look at it. Some people say that Good Friday is the last day of lent, so we can break the Lent thing on Saturday. I hold out until the  Sunday. And how did I fare during the 6 week thing? I did well, I held out. And what did I discover? I found out that I have good will power, when I put my mind to doing something, I can. In this case it was doing without, I suppose. Some of the things I went off, I can see myself staying off for a while longer. In saying that, Fridays proved tough-why? Friday is Treat Day. This is the day I treat myself to a few things :- Free State Tayto, a mug of bought coffee to start the day at work and a good jam turnover for my morning tea break.

Tomorrow I’ll be like a squirrel and will start hording some FST s for the Easter break, Sunday-Tuesday. Funny thing is this break would be harder at any other time. It’s just that Lent gives me that little push.

The things I think I’ll be off long term? The sweets,the biscuits and the facebook. The only thing that might keep me on it is my rambling club. It looks like it is not  renewing the website, as it is proving an expense we can do without-according to some members.But I discovered since I came off the fb, I noticed I hardly ever used the web at all. Thus a lot more time to do other stuff.

And if this new pope should decide to do away with lent-I’ll be over at the vat house protesting.

Very short one this one –so here’s some photos of our ramble over a local mountain on Sunday.

1/2 started or 1/2 over? who cares?

Well, as I type it’s the third Sunday of lent. I suppose it’s really half way through now. So how am I getting on I hear (hear?) one person ask. I am getting on ok! Apart from Fridays. And why is Friday the tough day? Well Friday is my treat day. The day I treat myself to two cups of coffee, a tasty turnover from a good bakery, a packet of free state tayto cheese n onion, and tommy’s fish and chips. I admit when I am looking at internet at night with a mug of tea beside me I miss my collection of biscuits-not that many, only about 4 or 5. now I don’t miss the sweets at all. And I’m not missing facebook that much. In fact I noticed I am spending less time on the computer/internet because of this.

Remember I mentioned that I was told that lent is not counted on Sundays. Well I think I have worked out the theory behind this. In the biblical story Jesus was in the desert for 40 days and 40 nights. Lent lasts from ash Wednesday to Easter Sunday, still with me? That is about 47 days, six weeks and a bit. So if you minus the extra days that accounts for the Sunday thing. Now I know in Ireland we can break lent on st. patricks day. But I think those breaks are for wimps. I tend to keep some of the fast and abstinence going for a good bit past lent. I think I told this story before, once I managed to stay off sweets and chocolate for 3 years and the biscuits for another 3 or 4 months.

Must admit I am missing the jokey comments on the rambling club’s facebook page.

Incidentally today the rambling club was over by the Giants Causeway and a great day was had by all. Last week the walk was over by Buncranna in Donegal and once again a joyous time was had by most of us. Yeah you read right-“most of us.” On route there was an old airplane crash site-the crash happened in the 1940s. there was very little of the plane left, but some of the group had to see it. There was a tricky climb up to the site, but we have done worse. I found it awkward in parts, but I have done harder and I managed ok. At the top of the climb a big guy asked me how did I manage the climb-I told him I did ok. He shook his head and said that he found it particularly hard. I later found out he got into difficulty and needed help. And now he has decided to pack in the rambling. Any way on today’s walk we passed another memorial to a plane crash, from around the same time AND the plane came from the same airfield as the one over in buncranna-the airfield was in Limavady.

Looks like the kitty club from last year’s ics trip is reuniting this year again –the key members of this group met in a Donegal trip two years ago. I never thought I would be doing something like this, the whole deliberate reunion thing, as I like the surprise element. The lovely Carolyn is also going to be there, and afterwards she is heading up to Glencolmbcille in Donegal for some art/language thing for a week-so there is a chance of a meet up there too, with a bit of luck.

The rambling club is going down to lennane near galway next month for a bit of hill/mountain climbing. That is going to be a pretty hard climb-but will be god craic AND the road over to lenanne takes in the breathtakingly beautiful Delphi Valley.

I envy people that are seeing this for the first time. I remember the first time I cycled on this road, on turning a bend in the road my mouth dropped open in awe at its beauty.  The same thing applies to me envying people who hear elvis’s “Heartbreak Hotel” for the first time.

Incidentally I am actually off facebook. I did not deactivate my account-just removed from that menu bar thing and that’s why I was able to post this on it. Photos of causeway will be in another blog-or email M ok?

See you at easter

Lent, it's a catholic thing

Well-not really, as I know at least one (for want of a better term) non catholic who does the lent thing. Oh if you have ignored the heading that opening will mean nothing to you-which actually might be an advantage for yous.

Sooooo it’s that time again –the whole self sacrifice that it is “our duty” to carry out /endure/enjoy whichever way you see it. Despite being a very weak catholic I take the lent thing very seriously-I’ve been told that pubs are very empty during this period as so many people give up the drink. Sometimes I would make it tough-not because I enjoy the suffering I see it as a challenge to test my will power.

I actually see lent as a man made thing to help us give our failed new year’s resolution a second go-why not? Makes sense,it usually starts in February-good time as any to have another bash.

For anyone who does not know about lent-it is a six week period up to easter. Something to do with the 40 days and 40 nights Jesus spent in the desert, Oh when I was a kiddie I was always taught to bow my head when I say the word jesus-so if you see somebody bang his head,foot,drop a cup and they scream “JESUS!” and they bow their heads, chances are they’re catholic. The lent period starts with Ash Wednesday-were we more or less acknowledge we started as ashes (so much for my biology lessons) and we return to ashes.It ends with Easter –where we acknowledge that Cadburys are ripping us off again-crummy selection boxes at Christmas and now easter eggs-filled with the sweets we leave to the end at Christmas. Naw-course not –it’s the whole resurrection thing innit? This whole 40 days/nights thing is a kind of mistranslation as far as I know the original translation was “a long time” sooo jesus’s fasting time in desert could have been 4 or 24 hours. And the great flood could have been 100 years.

I usually go off :-sweets (candies) biscuits (cookies) crisps(potato chips) and sometimes chips (fries). See how I cater for my friends in USA-I’m bilingual. This I am also including coconut fingers, turnovers, coffee and maybe Facebook. One year I decided to go off meat-and it proved really hard, I even had nightmares at the start. I remember one where a particularly attractive girl form a car avert came up to me with plate which had a big juicy steak and golden brown chips and  said (in her sexy French accent) “Gérard-you can have this-or you can have me-choose.” And I said “No competition Nicolé.” And grabbed the plate and ran off to a table.

One year when I went off the sweets I manage to stay off them for 3 years.

In Ireland we have a tradition were we can “break the lent” on St Patrick’s day-I mean we HAVE to drown the shamrock-don’t we? I don’t do this,this is for wimps I say. Some people will argue that jafa cakes are not biscuits,crisps are not sweets and find many other excuses to –for want of a better term-bend the rules.Which is why I specify what I am off. I remember as a kiddie my mother told us that Sundays were not lent-I remember at the stroke of midnight on Saturday night my sisters would get stuck into the sweets they had be hoarding all week, and spend most of Sunday munching on their hoard.

A woman at work goes to mass every morning before coming into work-and would always try to encourage me to do this-but this is bringing religion into lent-can’t have that. What next? They’ll be make a religious thing out of easter and Christmas next.

I might do a report on the lent thing-the coffee thing could be a struggle as I treat myself to a coffee on a Friday-part of my Friday treat thing I do. I might bend the rules and check in on face book on saint Patrick’s day for 5 minutes. To see if I missed anything-or not. Munching my final packet of crisps as a type this-unfortunately could not get my beloved red tayto-had to make do with a very close 2^nd best.So off we go




http://youtu.be/jDe9rvQRHEI

to think it i rejected her for a plate of steak and chips

note

 I am going to talk about a theory I have.And,  I have a little bit of something or other to prove it actually may be correct. I have this belief that if I were to disappear off the face of the earth on Sunday evening apart from family and work nobody would miss me. I once noticed that with a couple of friends it was always me that was doing the phoning to see what the craic was. So I decided that was it, it’s up to them to phone me-as they never did. I mean, they know where I am, and how to get hold of me. I have not heard from them since I made this decision- and that was about twenty years ago. One of them only lives about 6 miles from me, and I have not seen him since that plan started. Obviously they weren’t the friends I thought they were. But I really do believe that if I was abducted by aliens,did a disappearing act or something the only ones who would miss me would be family and work.

I was reading one of those self help books, and an exercise had a question-If you were told you only had one month left to exist on this world –after the usual stuff like saying your goodbyes and getting the technical stuff sorted-it asked you to list the things you would do. I realized that I would do nothing, I wouldn’t even tell anybody-just go to work as normal, and hopefully the day I cease to exist would be at the weekend-bet on Monday x-factor or strictly would still be the main talking point over my demise.

Was reading a couple of articles in one of them healthy living mags –“outdoor fitness” and there  was an article about an Australian and his Bucket List. He had 100 items in it-and has got me thinking about doing something similar. I don’t think I’ll make the 100 like he did-so some suggestions would be welcome. That is if anybody sees this.

new year-new something-def not me

Thought I’d put together another blog. I think this time last year I did a new year’s resolution thing-was somewhat a disaster-so this year I have taken a Calvin (he of Calvin and Hobbes) approach and just don’t bother-a few other of my role models say, in some form or other, that expectations lead to disappointment –so don’t expect anything. Being a pessimist is also an advantage-expect the worst, and when the worst happens it’s no surprise, and if it turns out good-it’s a nice surprise.

One of last year’s list was to stop lending money to family members-well this failed major. I seemed to lend more and also let a couple of loans go unpaid. It’s just me I like helping when I can.

Another that failed miserably was to find my smile again-so this year I’m trying a couple of books and am thinking about counseling or going on a weekend course-which is in Dublin, in august-I think. Unless someone in that line of work confirms these courses are wastes of time. The website is nlp.ie I know it’s not cheap-but I need to do something.

I have this thing in me. When somebody says something it often triggers a joke that I know, which I can sometimes fit into the conversation and nobody realizes it is a joke until they hear the punch line. I have a pretty sharp sense of humour –but I think it’s not as sharp as some people make it out to be. I’m not bad with the trivia either-I can talk about forgotten bands and their members and projects some members have done. Same with tv shows and movies. Sometimes I wish I could use this storage method for work related stuff-but as I type this epistle I’m thinking-no. Getting a laugh/groan, a “good grief, that’s right-I’d forgotten that” is much better than rhyming off an email about a change in work thing we got last week.

Not sure about this year’s cycling holiday. Someone from our –for want of a better term, drinking group, wants a reunion and has got a date sorted. He had a vote on this (between 5 people) and his final report looked like something you would see on those election night shows on TV –I was expecting pie charts and graphs (I did actually say this to him-think he used to be an accountant,figures). Although she was not included in the census, I told the lovely Carolyn –she is keen to do the final choice, even though she did this last year. In fact she told me this before the voting was even suggested. ANY WAY much that I liked Carolyn , and the Kitty Club(in that order) (is it obvious Carolyn sees this?) (we had a kitty for the drinks in the bar-any money left from one night was carried over to the next) I would like to meet more new people this year. And the date is in July-my normal holiday time is August. There is also a couple or three other things this year. There is a proposed Scottish cycling trip in march/April-just a group of 3 (or 4),the NLP course thing I want to do is in late august-unless I find a similar one sooner, I would like a big trip this year,july is an awkward time getting off-it is a very popular holiday period.I would like a walking holiday for a change. If I should do a big holiday it would be later in the year say October. Maybe Amerrykay? Would be nice if I had someone to take with me-but that’s another story. Oh yeah-there’s a wedding in September, over by Liverpool-might have a sore leg then-once again, another story.

So that’s it-anybody know anything of them courses-or should I just do the sitting down and talking with a counsellor or somebody? Where’s Barmy Brenda when I need her?

Normal service will be resumed as soon a possible

This blog has been sponsored by the number 5 and the open and shut bracket.Sorry Marni-no photos-I think-and as always too lazy to spell check,read over etc-maybe next year

OH remember the letter I sent to the photo mag?well it was printed. The photographer defended what he did by saying that, when it comes to advertising it’s the finished product that counts-BUT he agreed with me to a point. The following month there was two “from many” letters reacting to my comment-disagreeing with me and defending what the photographer did. Now,wait till you hear this. The mag commented to these letters by saying that the winner in their recent landscape photographer of the year competition had be be disqualified as he did the very thing I wrote about….i rest my case-by the way I had to do a copy and paste to add this on-but that’s not the same.